by Carol L Riser
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.
This lithograph art hung on the wall over the sofa in my grandmother's home once upon a memorable time - it is as familiar to me as the smell of her cookies baking.